“I’m getting quite good at this,” mused Arthur, as he moved his knight into position. “Checkmate.”
“Would you care to play again?” Asked Mr. Bradbury.
“No, thank you,” Arthur responded. “I’ve been wanting to read one of your latest stories, then I’m going to play some football.”
While others had prayed, filled the offering plates, went to church, temple or mosque, Arthur digitized every piece of himself. Now millennia later he was one of “the chosen people,” living eternally in cyber heaven.
The rapture did arrive, but in ones and zeros, his soul ascending into eternal digital life.